A different world game? A different world game!

A renowned tactical mastermind within the Night's Watch, a combat expert with unparalleled fighting skills, and a leader of the core departments...

These are all indispensable core members and management personnel of the Night's Watch.

They were clearly there to witness firsthand the performance of the first warriors to enter the legendary space.

The first group of people who are about to enter the legendary space have already gathered here.

In addition to the two Soulkeeper squads, Vane's Stardust Watchers and Arya's Silverblade, they also saw two other formidable squads from the Lightbringer Legion, as well as a highly skilled squad from the Night Watchers.

Even more striking were two members of the Church of Holy Light, dressed in their iconic attire embroidered with intricate gold patterns, standing out like cranes among chickens in the crowd.

Their presence silently testifies to the quota allocation agreement reached between the Night Watch and the Church of Holy Light.

Clearly, this carefully selected first batch of entrants was a meticulously crafted team comprised of elite squads of Soul Keepers, Light Protectors, and Night Watchers, as well as representatives from the Church of Holy Light.

The reason for adding two more members of the Church of Holy Light is, of course, to see if there are any differences between non-Night Watch races and Night Watch races in this space governed by rules, so as to conduct a rigorous evaluation later.

All the members who were about to step into the legendary space spontaneously gathered together, forming a small, solemn square.

Just then, a powerful yet restrained aura, so intense it made people instinctively hold their breath, silently descended.

One of the highest leaders of the Night's Watch, and currently the administrator and chief judge—Alyris.

She walked up to them with her usual elegant and awe-inspiring presence.

On her shoulder, the bat, a manifestation of the laws of blood and adorned with intricate and mysterious silver patterns, remained quietly perched.

In the morning light, it gained an even more breathtaking majesty and unfathomable mystery.

For most of the people present, this strange thing had never been with them before.

Most people can't figure out what it is, but perhaps subconsciously they feel it can be used to prove that Alyris's strength has made remarkable progress.

If you're not going to improve your skills, why bother putting a bat on your shoulder?
Areris's eyes, as clear and deep as the purest rubies, swept calmly and profoundly over each warrior about to face the test of fate.

Her voice was steady and clear, like a mountain stream flowing with ice, instantly suppressing all subtle noises, and each word clearly entered everyone's ears.

"Welcome to the 'Sky of Rules'."

This is the official name that the command finally decided upon after the meeting.

This legendary space is known as the Dome of Rules.

Or it could be called a rule dome.

She slightly raised her hand, her slender fingers gracefully gesturing towards the dreamlike, bizarre glass-like structure above.

"This space was created by Lord Cana with his supreme power, and it is a strange place that gathers the projection of the origin of the world's rules."

"What you are about to enter is not an ordinary physical space, but an unprecedented realm where matter and spirit are deeply integrated and rules are concretely presented."

Alyris's cool and authoritative voice, like the clash of ice crystals, echoed clearly on the landing platform of the Rule Dome.

Every word seemed to carry a heavy weight, imprinted on the hearts of every warrior about to step into the unknown:

"Remember, this space is where spirit and matter meet. Once you step into it, your 'spirit' will be greatly amplified, and your perception will be sharper than ever before."

"You will 'feel' every flow of energy in your body, every pulse of your flesh, and even the most subtle tremor of your soul."

Her ruby ​​eyes swept sharply over the crowd, as if she could see through their tension and anticipation.

"There is no clear time limit here; you may feel that only a moment has passed, or you may feel that a long time has gone by."

"But please remember that, no matter how you feel, everyone has only one chance in their lifetime to set foot here."

Her gaze lingered meaningfully for a moment on Vain and the calm, determined teammates behind him.

Then they passed by some other teams whose auras seemed slightly unstable, as if they were still figuring out their own path.

"Therefore, the selection criteria must be carefully considered. The best candidates are those whose strength has reached the peak of level ten, whose experience points are already full, and whose minds and bodies are fully prepared to break through to the legendary level."

"Among them, the best are those who, although they have not formally embarked on the path of the rules, have already ignited a spark in their hearts, whose power has begun to gather and stabilize, and who have some understanding of the direction of the future."

The composition of this first batch of candidates is precisely an attempt at this kind of diverse selection.

There are veterans like the Vayne Squad, who have accumulated years of experience, have a clear and stable power structure, and already have a clear outline of their legendary path.

There are also rising stars in the Guardians of Light and the Night Watchers who are just beginning to emerge, with great potential but whose direction is not yet fully solidified.

This even includes the two clergy members of the Holy Light Church who clearly bear a strong mark of faith.

Their entry was specifically to collect key data, verify the adaptability and guiding effect of the Rule Dome on Level 10 peak users in different states and development paths, and set the tone for more precise selection criteria in the future.

This sounds like they're using their future for a crucial experiment.

But no one there backed down, and no one complained.

They were fully aware of their mission as "pioneers".

The allure of the path to legend is so strong that they willingly embrace the accompanying responsibility.

For their own breakthrough and for the millions of comrades behind them who yearn for this path, they went without hesitation.

Alyris's voice continued to flow, carrying an undeniable guiding power:

"Once you enter, follow your instincts first, unless you already have a clear goal or direction in mind."

"You will see countless beings of different shapes and bizarre appearances, all of which are projections and manifestations of the fundamental rules of the world."

“Go to ‘seek’ and ‘sense’ that object that resonates deeply with the depths of your soul and makes you feel that ‘it is it’. Then, touch it.”

Her fingertips lifted slightly, as if tracing the moment of touch in the void.

"At that moment, you will be pulled into a 'trial space' constructed by these rules."

"There, your spiritual perception will be further amplified, and your bodies will also change synchronously under the influence of the power of the rules. "This deep immersion of mind and body will greatly accelerate your process of understanding the essence of the rules."

"If you successfully pass the trial, the glorious gate to the legendary realm will open to you without any hindrance!"

Her tone suddenly turned somber:

"However, failure is also inevitable. The 'gentle' failure is when you fail to reach the end of the trial and fail to fully seize that final opportunity."

"But even so, as long as you gain some insights and understanding in the process, these precious fragments of experience will still become the foundation and remain deep in your soul."

"After leaving this place, you can still use this hard-won gain to continue knocking on the door of legend in the real world, albeit with difficulty and not in vain."

Her gaze sharpened, like a blade of judgment, sweeping across every young or resolute face:
"But be wary of the worst possible outcome! That is, not only will you suffer a crushing defeat in the trial, but you may also cause the very source of the rules to 'dislike' and 'reject' you because of the wavering of your own thoughts, actions, and will or the violent conflict with the nature of the rules."

"If you suffer this misfortune, you will not only gain nothing, but you will also be completely 'marked' and 'rejected' by this rule! This means that even if you later enter the legendary realm through other means, you will never be able to choose or even touch the power of this rule again!"
"Related or similar rule paths may also be completely shut down for you!"

Alysse paused briefly, seemingly wanting to give herself time to process this heavy information.

Her final words carried a rare, almost imperceptible softening, but it sounded more like a cold statement than a comforting one:

"As for whether this is a warning from fate or pure misfortune... perhaps it can only be understood as follows: it tells you in a cruel way that this path may be inherently contrary to yours."

"So, giving up this idea as soon as possible and finding another way is not necessarily a bad thing."

"Of course, if this only opportunity ends up like this, it would be an unbearable setback for an individual."

"It may not completely sever your legendary path, but it will inevitably add to the already difficult road a few more rugged and dangerous obstacles that are hard for ordinary people to imagine."

Everyone held their breath, each syllable like a heavy hammer blow to their hearts, gripped tightly, and imprinted in the deepest recesses of their consciousness.

Every word and phrase is about their lifelong dream of creating a legend, and about all the glory and possibilities of the future.

Areris's gaze swept solemnly across the entire room one last time, her blood-red pupils reflecting the shimmering light flowing through the dome of rules. She nodded slightly, her voice solemn and dignified:
"That concludes my words. May you all... enjoy great success in your military endeavors! May you all, from this place, push open the door to your own legend and embark on that glorious path of legend!"

After the words were spoken, a chilling silence descended.

Only the humming sound emanating from the dome itself, like the whispers of countless tiny stars, flowed softly through the air.

A moment later, led by Vane, the group roared in unison and bowed with their hands on their chests in the most solemn gesture of the Night's Watch.

"For the Night's Watch!"

Immediately, under the watchful eyes of Alyris and all the high-ranking members, the first group of warriors no longer hesitated. With determination and anticipation, they stepped one by one toward the entrance to the dome of rules, which was filled with shimmering light.

Their figures were like pebbles thrown into water; the moment they touched the translucent "glass" shell, they silently merged into that bizarre and fantastical world and disappeared.

Step in.

It was as if I had instantly fallen from the bustling world into the silent depths of the sea.

The sounds, light, and even the solid feeling underfoot disappeared in an instant, replaced by an indescribable sense of "transparency" and "magnification".

Varn took a deep breath, not through his nose, but as if every pore on his body was opening and breathing at the same time.

He "heard" the rushing sound of his blood flowing through his veins, as clear as a mountain stream.

He "saw" the muscle fibers trembling slightly with each heartbeat, and the power flowing within them like magma.

He could even “feel” the subtle stress distribution of his bones bearing his own weight, and the tactile sensation of the armor lining against his skin.

Is this extremely meticulous perception of one's own existence what we call "spiritual amplification"?

It was as if his soul had been freed from the constraints of his body, and he was examining and mastering this body that he already knew so well with unprecedented clarity.

He looked around and was instantly deeply shocked by the scene before him.

There is no sky, no earth, no direction here.

As far as the eye can see, there is a boundless, chaotic "background" that flows with a soft, luminous white light.

In this chaos, countless strange "objects" float, rotate, collide, and merge like living stars.

The lively, leaping orange-red flame figures, with their tiny hands and feet made of flame, curiously observe the newcomer;
A winding, tinkling ribbon of clear water appears and disappears intermittently;
A gentle breeze carrying the fragrance of grass and trees silently brushed against his mask;
The icy, bone-chilling air condensed into swirling diamond snowflakes that slowly drifted down... These are the spirits of the most basic elements.

Further away, there are even more bizarre and fantastical things:

A dark mudstone that slowly wriggles, seemingly able to change shape at will;

A wisp of grayish-white smoke, ever-changing and drifting like mist;
A Rubik's Cube made up of countless tiny, shimmering silver cubes that are intricately combined and constantly rotated and reconstructed;

A dark red iron block, glowing intensely red and radiating a suffocating heat;
A seemingly ordinary piece of black coal, yet containing the profound power of the earth...

There are even some colorful, bizarrely structured fusion products that defy common sense. They collide and merge with each other, each contact creating strange energy ripples that transform into even more unbelievable forms.

The entire space is filled with boundless vitality, magnificent mystery, and breathtakingly strange beauty.

Vast! Profound! Unfathomable!

Varn felt as if he were in the cradle of the universe at its beginning, small and awe-inspiring.

Areris's reminder was like an echo branded deep within her soul:
"Follow your instincts...search...for what you sense..."

He subconsciously loosened his grip on the sword hilt.

She closed her eyes slightly, not to stop seeing, but to withdraw her senses from the visual chaos and immerse herself in the "physical sensations" and "inner calling" that were magnified countless times.

He was searching.

They seek out what their instincts connect them to, and then follow those instincts to find the rules that best suit them.

However, this action didn't seem to be as easy as he had thought. (End of Chapter)